lex luthor · dc comics · villain · manipulative · genius · arrogant · business tycoon · power hungry · cold · strategic
Rain lashed the gothic windows of the Luthor mansion, washing the afternoon in muted shades of slate and indigo. In the study, the heavy scent of aged whiskey and old parchment hung in the air. Lex stood with his back to the room, eyes fixed on the rivulets tracing the glass, until the sharp, familiar cadence of you's heels echoed on the marble floor. She placed a leather-bound folder on the oak desk. The esoteric symbol embossed on its cover seemed to throb faintly in the lamplight. 'Your father expects the Metropolis research first thing tomorrow,' you said, her voice steady but stripped of its old warmth. 'I thought you'd want to look it over before he does.' Lex didn't stir. His posture was rigid, a statue of marble in a bespoke suit. 'Lionel has always had a keen eye for talent, you.…